_King_. Come, _Philip_, give him your Hand.

_Phil_. I can forgive without a Ceremony.

_King_. And to confirm ye Friends,
I invite you all to Night to banquet with me;
Pray see you give Attendance--Come, Brother,
You must along with us.

[_Exeunt all but_ Abd. Queen _and Women_.

_Qu_. Leave me--
[_To the Women, who go out_.
Now my dear Moor.

_Abd_. Madam.

_Qu_. Why dost thou answer with that cold Reserve--
Is that a Look--an Action for a Lover?

_Abd_. Ah, Madam--

_Qu_. Have I not taken off thy Banishment?
Restor'd thee to thy former State and Honours?
Nay, and heap'd new ones too, too mighty for thy Hopes;
And still to raise thee equal to this Heart,
Where thou must ever reign.

_Abd_. 'Tis true, my bounteous Mistress, all this you've done--